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Dancing Lessons
by Ed Rider (edrider73@gmail.com)
***
Carman is furious with her ex-boyfriend Randy and she
goes to extremes to teach him a lesson he won't soon
forget. (Fdom/M, nc, d/s cd, enemas, forced-orgasms,
voy)
***
If Randy had realized how wild Carmen's temper was, he
would never have gotten involved with her.
Not that he wasn't warned. When he met her at a
friend's party, she captivated him, and he spent the
night in deep conversation with her. Before he left to
take her home, an ex-girlfriend pulled him aside.
"Be careful with Carmen," she said. "Carmen has a
temper, and I've heard stories about what she's done
to men who trifle with her. Since you are a player, I
suggest you stay as far away as possible.
"Thanks," he said. He didn't take advice from ex-
girlfriends. If he had seen the twinkle in her eyes
and the smile on her face as she walked away, he might
have realized his ex-girlfriend knew that and had been
playing him.
Randy had a lot of ex-girlfriends. He fell hard for a
pretty face and a good body, and for a few months, he
couldn't get enough of them, especially if they were
as insatiable for sex as he was. Some of them even
moved in with him.
He wasn't devious or cruel. It's just that as time
wore on, another pretty face or amazing body caught
his eye, and he was pulled away. He couldn't help it,
he would explain to the angry girl who was about to be
another ex, that's just the way he was.
They didn't like being discarded like old garbage, and
some of them were still angry, but they all had to
admit that he was never cruel, never bragged about his
conquests and was always as friendly and courteous to
them as he had been from day one. It's just that he
had no further use for them.
What he liked about Carmen was not only her striking
beauty and her lithe, well-proportioned body, but also
her fire and passion. She was a professional dancer
and dance instructor, and when he went to see her
perform, she always had the roles where she was the
jealous woman who either killed herself or took
violent revenge on those who wronged her. She would
throw her whole body into the role, and watching her
turned Randy on. When they came home after one of her
shows, both of them were wild in bed and carried on
until they fell asleep from sheer exhaustion.
She moved in with him, and their intense relationship
burned brightly for more than four months. But then
she noticed that he wasn't as eager for her as he had
been earlier.
When she asked him about it, he told her it wasn't her
fault, that it was normal that their sex was less
frequent and less frenetic now. That's always how it
was when couples were together a long time. It was
just a new stage of their relationship. She didn't
like the explanations, but she put up with them until
the night she and some fellow dancers went to a bar on
the other side of town after a rehearsal. While they
were sitting around a table talking, something caught
her eye across the room. She squinted for a second,
and then she was sure. It was Randy with a pretty
young woman.
She got home ahead of him, and when he walked in the
door, she screamed at him, "You liar!" He realized
immediately that she knew, and he tried to calm her
down with his "That's the way I am" speech. She would
have none of it and kept on cursing him and calling
him a disgusting animal who was incapable of being
loyal to anything except his penis.
As she got wilder, she got more graphic and began
threatening him and talking about things like taking a
knife and cutting off his testicles. He saw that the
conversation was getting nowhere and probably the best
thing he could do was leave and talk to her later when
she had calmed down.
As he got up, she screamed, "Come back here, you pig!"
and then he saw her start to open drawers in the
kitchen. He scrambled to get to the front door and
felt something heavy hit him in the back just before
he ducked out.
He didn't return until the next night, when he knew
she would be at a rehearsal. He dumped all of his
stuff into the boxes he had brought and left in a
hurry.
She called him a few days later, and her voice was
calm. "Nick," she said, "we need to straighten out a
few bills. I'm moving out of the apartment, because
it's too expensive for me to be there alone. Can you
come over?"
"How about if we meet at Starbucks?" he said. "I can
be there in five minutes."
There was a pause at her end, and then she said
calmly, "Fine. I'll see you there."
The conversation at the coffee house started as all
business. They went through the bills and divided
things up fairly, with no objections from either of
them. Then Carmen swept the papers into her purse and
looked up at him.
"You know you aren't going to get away with this,
Nick," she said. Her voice was soft, but there was an
edge to her tone.
"Get away with what?" he asked. "I thought you were
satisfied with the way we split the bills."
"I mean get away with humiliating me the way you did,"
she said. "You could have told me honestly that you
weren't interested in continuing our relationship. I
would have been angry, sure, but at least I could have
held my head up high.
"But you lied to me and snuck around with your whore.
I'm sure some of my friends saw you with her at that
bar. You demeaned me, and I'm not going to forget it.
You're going to pay big time for what you did."
"Listen to yourself, Carmen," he said. "First of all,
she's not a whore, but a very nice person. The reason
I didn't say anything was because I thought you would
react like this, and I was trying to think of the best
way to tell you. I love your craziness, especially in
bed, but this is an ugly side of it that isn't
flattering to you."
"So you loved my craziness," she said and snorted. She
was still speaking softly with a steely tone. "You're
going to love it even more when I figure out what to
do to you. Enjoy your nice new girlfriend while you
can. Goodbye." She got up from the table and rushed
out before he had the chance to say another word.
He was worried about his safety and put a double lock
on the door of his new apartment. But after a few
months of looking behind him, he gave up the paranoia
and settled into his normal life. The new girlfriend
gave way to another new girlfriend a few months later,
and Carmen was not showing up at any of the bars or
parties he went to, so he put her out of his mind
until the night we went to a dance concert and saw her
performing one of her usual passionate roles. He
shivered as she stabbed her false lover to death and
left the theater quickly with his current girlfriend
after the show.
He spent some time at his girlfriend's apartment and
arrived home around 1 a.m. As he turned the key in the
door, two figures came from the darkness on either
side of the porch and grabbed him. One put a
handkerchief over his mouth and pressed hard. He tried
to yell, but only a soft muffled sound came out.
He saw it was two men as they pushed and dragged him
down the steps to a car parked in front of his house.
They shoved him in the back seat, and one man pushed
in next to him while the other man went around to the
other door and got on the other side. Almost before
the doors were slammed shut, the car's tires screeched
as it took off and drove quickly through the darkened
streets.
That's when he noticed Carmen was sitting next to the
driver. He began yelling, but nobody in the car
responded to his shouts. The windows were all up, and
after a while, he got short of breath and felt his
voice cracking, so he stopped and sat in silence. Were
they going to mutilate him? he thought. Were they
going to kill him?
The car drove to an area of dark, deserted factories
and pulled up to the only one with a light shining out
of some of its windows. One man pushed the
handkerchief into his mouth again, and then both of
them dragged him into the building. They pulled him up
a flight of stairs and into a large brightly lit room
with a wooden floor and a few pieces of furniture and
sat him down in a chair. When he saw Carmen enter the
room with the driver, he started to get up.
"Sit down, Randy," she said. "I can have you tied to
that chair if you prefer and gagged, too, although no
one can hear anything around here because all the
other buildings in this neighborhood are empty. I'll
do whatever it takes for you to sit there and listen
to me."
He sat back down.
"You've probably guessed that it's payback time, but
don't worry. I'm not as crazy as you think. I saved
money and planned this for months and have had
everything set up for more than two weeks.
"Then I began having second thoughts and started
backing away from my plan. I thought maybe I needed to
control my rage and get you out of my mind because
thinking about revenge wasn't healthy for me. I think
I was nearly ready to give it up, and then I saw you
in the audience tonight with another new girl. I
thought to myself, how many has he gone through since
he went through me? How can he come here and watch me
as if I was nothing to him? All my disgust with you
came flooding back, and I knew I had to go through
with this or else I could never move on.
"I'm not going to cut you up or do anything to
physically hurt you. I've decided the best revenge is
to demean you, because that's what you did to me. I'm
not going to tell you more than you need to know right
now, because I want to surprise you.
"First of all, you're going to be living here for the
next five or six months. There are some bedrooms off
this studio where some of my dancer friends live. They
and some others are helping me out with this, and the
men are pretty strong. When none of them can be here
for a few hours, you may have to be restrained in your
bedroom for a while. But we have a TV there.
"I spent a lot of time on your story. You're emailing
your office and your girlfriend tomorrow that you had
to leave in a hurry for Portland on a family matter.
It's very personal and you don't want to hear from
anyone, except by email. I don't think you've changed
your password since we broke up, have you? I see you
haven't. I'm sorry, but you know I can't help being
jealous, so I watched you until I found out what it
was so I could check your email and see if any girls
were writing you. I apologize.
"You're asking for a nine-month leave of absence, but
you're telling your office you'll probably be back
before then. If they don't give it to you, you're
telling them that you'll have to quit, and to please
hold any money that's owed to you until you get back.
Your relatives in Portland will take care of all your
finances until then.
"If your current girlfriend has a key to your
apartment and goes over there tomorrow, she'll find
all the perishables were taken out to the dumpster and
everything's tidy, as if you're away on a trip. If she
writes you, you'll respond in brief messages telling
her you have no time to talk or write and she'll have
to wait a few months. If that's not good enough for
her, you'll tell her you're sorry and will understand
if she feels she needs to break up.
"As other friends find out you've left, you'll write
similar messages to them until they leave you alone.
We'll take care of your messages from the computer
here."
"The idea is for them to leave you in peace until
after your performance. No, you won't be performing
for them. It will be a private dance concert in this
rehearsal room for me and a few of my friends. I
collaborated with a couple of them on the
choreography, and it's going to be a wild, erotic
number. You'll be spending the next few months
acquiring the skills and learning the steps to be able
to perform it.
"There are some other things that will happen, and
some of them are uncomfortable. But none of them are
dangerous, and you won't be hurt. There will even be
some pleasure for you.
"That's all I have time to tell you now. Tonight,
you're going to sleep in the restraints so you get
used to them. I'll see you tomorrow morning when we
get started on the program. I see you're ready to
start talking or yelling. That's fine because I'm
done. Nobody will stop you, but I hope you realize
that if you do that too often, you'll not only get
hoarse and out of breath, but you could strain your
vocal cords and damage your voice."
***
The next morning, one of the large men he had met the
night before untied him and watched him closely as
they both ate breakfast. When they were done, Carmen
walked in with two women dressed in what looked like
medical scrubs.
"Bring him to the lab," she told the man, and he held
Randy's arm as they followed the three women into a
brightly lit room that was painted white. In the
middle of the room was a hospital bed with some metal
structures attached to one end. The man led Randy to
the bed and pushed him down on it on his back. Before
he could respond, one woman was unfastening his belt
buckle while the other one unzipped his fly and the
man pulled off his shoes. He was yelling, and he saw
Carmen sitting in a chair watching him and smiling.
Each woman pulled on a pant leg and lifted the leg up
as he tried in vain to press down on the bed to stop
them. Then both grabbed his briefs and quickly ripped
them down his body and off of him.
Carmen gathered the pants and briefs from the floor.
"I'll be taking these," she said. "You won't need them
for a few months." While she was talking, the women
were lifting his legs in the air again and attaching
them to the metal frames sticking up from the bed. He
noticed that his legs fit snugly into curved trays,
and that straps were wrapped around them and
tightened. The women then stepped away from him.
"This is an old birthing bed with antique stirrups
that I found," Carmen said. "They were used to hold
women still and spread wide apart while they were
giving birth. But we're going to use them to groom you
for your performance."
She came over to the bed and sat down in a chair
beside him. "OK," she said, "you can lower him now.
As the bed was lowered to her waist level she reached
for a plastic squeeze bottle and squeezed some oil on
her hands and then reached over and took hold of his
genitals. He tried to move away from her, but the
restraints on his legs didn't let him move far.
Then he saw the women pull the leg holders wider
apart. After that, they both grabbed him by the waist
and pulled him forward, toward the end of the bed.
When they did this, his legs were pulled back over
him, and his naked rear hung over the edge of the bed
slightly. "He's in position," said one of the women,
and he felt Carmen's hands start to move on him.
"Great," she said. "I'm going to get him started
today, because I know just how he responds. Watch me
for a moment, girls, because I can't come tomorrow."
They came over and watched her pump his member and
manipulate his sack. Then one of them left and wheeled
over a hospital stand with a plastic sack full of
liquid hanging from it. He felt a greasy finger enter
his rear, which got him even more excited, and then it
was withdrawn and something else was inserted. He
looked between his legs and saw a long tube connected
to the plastic sack disappearing between his thighs.
Finally it stopped. He felt it deep inside him.
"Ok, hold it ladies," said Carmen. "This is how I want
you to do it. See how big his dick is. It's now fully
extended. Such a nice long, thick dick. Too bad he
can't keep it in his pants whenever he sees a skirt.
Now listen closely to his breathing. Try to time it.
See how it's getting faster. OK, when it's this fast,
he's close. Look at his face. See, he's ready. As soon
as you hear a break in the rhythm, turn the spigot on.
"Now! Now! Turn it! Turn it!"
"As she began yelling, he erupted, sending strings of
thick white semen spurting up his body where Carmen
was directing them, landing mostly on his chest, but
he felt some get as far as his chin. Just as he began,
he felt a flood of warm liquid going into him from the
tube, filling him up quickly.
When he had finished thrusting and squirting and his
breathing slowed down, he looked up at the big plastic
liquid bag and saw it was empty."
"How did that feel?" said Carmen. "An enema and an
orgasm at the same time. I've never done that, and
don't know if I want to. But you seemed to enjoy it,
so I know that there's at least one thing you'll like
for the next few months.
"Now in a few minutes, you're going to need to expel.
We can do this the dirty way or the clean way. My
friends can capture everything in a large bedpan for
you and then wash you off without moving you. Or if
you cooperate, they'll unstrap you for a while and
take you to the toilet and wash you off there after
you've finished. Which will it be?"
"Toilet," said Randy through gritted teeth.
"Hurry ladies, I think he's ready," said Carmen.
***
When he came back to the room with the women, he felt
weak and exhausted and didn't say anything or try to
resist when they strapped his legs in again and pulled
him forward so that his rear was spread wide again. He
saw one of them take a small red bottle and open it,
pulling out a brush covered with a bright red color.
It looked like red nail polish. The woman moved the
brush between his legs, and he felt a tickling around
his anus as she brushed there, dipping the brush back
into the bottle several times.
"She's marking you for the transplant," said Carmen.
"Now we have to let the polish dry. In a few minutes
you're going to feel a sting in each of your butt
cheeks from a needle. You're getting an injection, but
don't worry because it's just a local anesthetic so
you won't feel any pain for the next couple of hours.
"My friends are trained nurses who work in depilaton,
and I'm paying for them to work on you. They are
trained experts in hair follicle removal and
transplantation. Rather than shave your pubic hair,
they will permanently remove it, one follicle at a
time. It will be done carefully so that you won't have
any scars. Your hairless crotch and balls will be
something to remember me by after your performance.
Maybe it will turn on your next girlfriend.
"There. See, the injection didn't hurt much, and
you're probably already numb. For the next couple of
hours, you've got to lie very still while they work so
there aren't any accidents. You'll probably fall
asleep. They'll be doing this almost every morning.
There are thousands of follicles to remove. I've got
to go now. I'll try to check in on you tonight."
Randy yelled after her for a while, but then he tired
and lay back. As the women worked, all he felt were
slight pushes every now and then. It wasn't
uncomfortable. He fell asleep.
***
"Time for lunch," said the man shaking him. It was a
different man, one he hadn't seen before, but he was
bigger and stronger looking than the previous one.
Randy was lying on the bed in the white lab, but the
women were gone."
He sat up and looked at the man. "Put these on for
now," said the man, handing him a pair of cotton
panties. Randy looked at them in disgust for a few
minutes but finally slipped them on and walked ahead
of the man into the kitchen.
After a sandwich, the man took him into the large room
they called the studio, where a woman who looked to be
in her 50s was waiting for him next to an iron rod
full of hanging clothes.
"Hello, dearie," she said when the two men approached.
"It's time for your fitting. Let's see. Tall, flat on
top, nice round rear, legs a bit muscular. You're a
bit odd, aren't you? Thank goodness I have some odd
sizes here. Here, put this one on."
She handed Randy a bright polka-dot dress, but he
looked at her and didn't take it. What's going on? he
thought while the man reached around him and took the
dress, then pushed it at him. "Here, put this on," he
said repeating what the woman had told him.
"I don't wear dresses," said Randy.
"You do here," said the man, "if you don't want to get
hurt."
Randy took the dress and tried to figure out how to
put it on. The woman came over and showed him how to
step into it, then buttoned it up behind him. It
flared out from his waist and reached his knees.
"That looks quite nice," said the woman. "Now let's
accessorize." She looked at his feet and turned to a
pile of shoeboxes lying on the floor. "Extra, extra
large. Here, try these on. She handed him some bright
green heels that matched some of the dots on the
dress. Randy took them and sat down. They were tight,
but with a little effort, he could pull them on.
"Stand up, dearie, and let's have a look at you."
Randy stood up and wobbled on the heels. "That suits
you," said the woman. She went to the other side of
the room. "Now walk this way," she said. Randy stood
there for a moment and then looked at the man, who was
glaring at him. He started walking toward the woman,
swaying to keep his balance. When he got to her, he
couldn't stop himself and reached his arms out to the
wall to keep from crashing into her and falling over.
"I see you've never been to modeling school," the
woman said. "We have a lot of work to do. Carmen wants
you to be comfortable on heels much higher than this,
and she also wants a lot of lateral movement from your
rear. An hour of practice a day, and we'll have you
doing a sexy sashay in no time. Let's get started."
After trying to follow her instructions for an hour on
the wobbly shoes, he was exhausted. The man said to
him, "Walk to your bedroom in the heels. From now on,
you'll be wearing heels all day and evening, except
for the lab in the morning and practice in the
afternoon."
In the room, the man pulled open drawers until he
found a leotard, leg warmers and dance practice shoes.
He laid them on the bed and said, "Change into these
and come back into the studio." He turned and left.
Randy pulled off the high heels and got dressed in the
dance outfit.
When he returned to the studio, there was a muscular
woman there dressed similarly to him. She was all
business. She didn't greet him, but immediately said,
"I understand you're fine aerobically, but you know
nothing about dance. So today, let's start with just
warm-up exercises."
An hour later, he was drenched in sweat and exhausted.
He was told to take a shower, put on the dress and
high heels again and go to the kitchen for dinner.
After dinner, he walked back to the bedroom. He was
trying to concentrate on figuring out how to escape
from this place, but he was so tired that he dropped
to the bed and fell asleep in his clothes.
When another man woke him the next morning, the dress
was hanging in his closet with some others and he was
just wearing panties. "It's late," said the man.
"Don't put on your clothes today. Just follow me to
the kitchen."
After a quick breakfast, he was led back to the lab
and strapped into the stirrups again. This time one of
the two technicians worked on his genitals, while the
other inserted the enema tube. Once again, as he began
coming, the enema began filling him up. And as he
began to breathe hard and try to hold back, he was led
to the toilet.
The next two hours were also similar: first the
injections, then the numbness and the women working on
him as he fell asleep.
After lunch, it was back to his room to change into a
different dress, hose and high heels, then to the
studio for walking lessons from the older lady,
followed by another change into practice clothes and
some intensive dance training.
After two exhausting days of this, the third day he
was allowed to rest all day, except for the lab
session. The only requirement was that he had to wear
the dress and heels all day.
***
A week later, Carmen showed up at the lab in the
morning with a slender friend dressed in a black pants
outfit. "This is Leslie," she told Randy, "a fantastic
dancer who will be your partner in the big show.
Leslie will dance the man's role, and you'll dance the
woman's. To get you into the right attitude for your
role, Leslie is going to fuck you this morning and as
often as possible before your lab sessions."
Randy tried to move, but he was already strapped in
tightly. And his ass was pulled apart and pushed into
the air. The bed was lowered and Leslie walked between
his legs.
Then he saw that sticking out from Leslie's crotch was
a long dildo. Some fingers pushed lube into his anus,
and the dildo was pushed to the entrance. The push was
soft but relentless, and in a couple of minutes it had
entered him. Then Leslie slowly pushed it all the way
in and began pushing and pulling in and out of him. It
felt uncomfortable and made his mind reel.
Now Carmen sat down next to him again and started
pumping his penis and manipulating his balls with her
grease-covered hands. This time he didn't respond,
because he was concentrating too hard on trying to
relax so the dildo didn't hurt so much as it went in
and out.
After a few minutes of no results, Carmen spoke to one
of the technicians. "Wheel the breast pump over here,"
she said. As Leslie kept humping away, Carmen said to
the technician, "Watch what I'm doing. First turn on
the pump. Then take this long tube with the suction
cup in your hand and place the cup at the tip of his
cock. See how it's pulling it in and out very slowly.
Now watch what happens."
After a few minutes, Randy's face loosened up. He
tried to concentrate on his bowels, but he was having
a harder and harder time. Soon he was breathing hard,
and his pelvis was thrusting at the suction cup. As
she heard the familiar pattern of breathing that
indicated he was about to come, Carmen said, "Now,
Leslie, now!" Leslie made one more big push into him
and erupted inside him. As Randy's come exploded onto
his chest, he felt one squirt after another inside him
until he felt uncomfortably filled up inside his
bowels.
When he looked down, he saw that Leslie's dildo was
connected to a tube that led to a large rubber bulb.
At Carmen's signal, Leslie had started squeezing the
bulb, forcing the liquid into Randy.
Now as Leslie withdrew, Rand felt just as he did after
an enema, and when he started squirming, one of the
technicians led him to the toilet. When he got back,
Leslie was gone. Carmen told the technicians, "Use the
breast pump the same way I did today until I come back
next week and show you something different. Make sure
you tell Leslie right when he's about to come, so the
soapy water squirts into him at the same time he's
squirting out. We're conditioning him to come whenever
he feels a fluid spurting into his ass."
She left, and the technicians injected him, he became
numb and they went to work. It was the start of
another grueling day. It continued like that: two days
of heavy work, one day of rest, except for Leslie and
the lab, followed by two more days of walking and
dancing. A week and a half later, Carmen was in the
lab again.
"I've heard you're doing much better in your heels and
you are starting to understand choreography," she
said. "I'm really pleased. I told your teacher that I
want you to learn how to run today. Also, today we're
going to vary things with Leslie. Please watch what I
do, ladies."
After Leslie began humping his rear and the sucking
bulb brought him to full erection, Carmen took the
bulb away and began to work him with greasy hands.
Soon his tool was sagging. She waited until it was
lying flat again and he was squirming and moaning with
the discomfort of the Leslie's dildo.
Then she put the suction cup to the tip of the penis
again. This time it sprang up right away. She watched
as he grew more agitated from the pump, and then
removed it again and replaced it with her hands.
Again, his hardness didn't last long, but he was
quickly at full attention once the sucking cup
returned.
"Watch ladies. You need to experiment with the cup. I
think I've found the right combination for today." She
showed them how his body was thrusting at the suction
cup. Then she put it aside and began pumping his tool
hard with her hands. This time he was so far along
that he kept going, responding to her and exploding
just after she told Leslie, "Now, Leslie, now!"
"I want you to wean him off the suction cup ladies.
Each day, try to use less of the cup and more of your
hands until he's totally in your hands. Understand."
She left and the day went on as usual.
There were no mirrors in Randy's room, but they were
all around the walls of the studio and he could see
how he was progressing. He could now see himself
walking on high heels without tipping, even while
swaying his ass back and forth in an exaggerated
motion. The woman told him he had to sway his rear
with every step, and when he forgot, she had one of
the large men turn Randy over his lap, lift up his
dress and give him five stinging swats on his panties.
Randy soon learned to swing his ass from side to side
automatically when he walked. He even did it when he
was in his dance gear, just so he wouldn't forget. He
felt disgusted with himself when he was doing it, but
he didn't want to take a chance on some even more
disgusting -- and painful -- swats.
Today the older woman said to him, "We're going to
start running."
"How in the world can anyone run in heels?" he said.
"Watch me," she said and she began running to the
other end of the room. She had raised up on her toes
and was taking tiny steps and jiggling in all
directions with each minced step as she rapidly moved
across the room and back. She looked like a little
child, except she was an older woman, so it made her
look ridiculous.
"That's how women in high heels run," she said, "Now
you do it," she said.
She waited expectantly as he stood there thinking, but
then he decided this was better than swats, so he
stood on his toes and began prancing around. It felt
humiliating as she kept shouting "faster, faster." He
minced around the room until he couldn't stay on his
toes one more second, and then he collapsed on the
couch.
"Excellent," the woman said. "You got that a lot
faster than the heels. We'll practice that every day
from now on until you can run a few laps around the
room in your heels." She laughed. "Tomorrow, we'll
begin working on the last phase of high heels
training, walking backwards. Don't look at me like
that? Everybody needs to take a step or two backwards
occasionally, and you'll need to do it a lot more,
because I understand that next week you'll be starting
to rehearse your dance routine with Leslie, and that
will involve a lot of backward dancing when you're
being led."
The lab routine, high heel walking and dance sessions
continued day after day. Gradually the lab techs
weaned him away from the suction cup and even though
Leslie's dildo was tormenting his rear hole, he found
himself responding to the greasy hands that kept
building his urgency and then slowing him down so that
he eventually he lost control and erupted as liquid
from the dildo squirted into his rear.
Since there were no mirrors in his room, it wasn't
until he was naked in the shower one time and looked
down that he was shocked to see a huge patch of
hairless skin from a couple of inches below his belly
button until past the start of his penis. He realized
that this is what the techs were doing to him after
they numbed his crotch, but it scared him to see it
and he didn't look again.
He noticed that even hours after Leslie finished with
the dildo, he felt a tickling at his anus. Then the
tickling turned into an itch that first distracted him
and then disconcerted him. When he was busy with the
increasingly demanding dance steps, he was able to
forget about the itch, but sometimes during the high
heel sessions, it bothered him so much that he
squirmed and shook his rear to try to relieve it.
One time the older woman saw him and stopped him.
"What was that?" she said. "Do it again, what you just
did with your rear?" He hesitated, but she was
insistent and he finally gave in.
"That's terrific. You're really swinging your ass wide
from left to right now, and it's so sexy. You look
like you can't wait for someone to jump you. But that
extra wiggle of the ass that you've thought up is one
step beyond that. It's going to drive the audience
nuts. I want you to keep doing it, and let's see if
you can incorporate it while you run."
Randy wasn't happy about her excitement, but from then
on he added his squirming wiggle to his swaying rear
when he walked.
The itching was still driving him crazy until by
accident, he found some relief. One day he bent over
to pick up some clothes on the floor and noticed that
the itching didn't feel as strong. He began moving in
different ways and getting into different positions.
Finally, he found the way that gave him the most
relief. It was when he was bending over toward the
front and sticking his rear out behind him and
spreading his legs apart. He felt his anus opening a
little when he did this, and he even imagined it was
getting some air. It helped with the itching, and if
he squatted down and opened wider, the itching almost
disappeared. But he couldn't stand or walk that way
for long, so he gave that up and stuck to just pushing
his rear out and keeping his legs as wide apart as he
could.
The older lady noticed this the next day during high
heel classes, and she was delighted. "You look even
hotter with your ass sticking out and your legs
spread," she said. "Keep doing that along with your
sways and wiggles and squirms. Carmen is going to love
it."
Carmen was there the next morning, and she told him
she was pleased to hear about the new additions to his
walk and his progress on the dance. "We're almost
ready," she said. "Today we're going to start the
final phase of the lab work. The ladies have removed
almost all the hair from your crotch. Your penis and
everything around it is hairless. All they have to do
is finish the bottom of your balls.
"Before they begin, I'm going to teach you the final
part of your preparation with Leslie. Leslie tells me
you are turning into a great dance partner and your
moves are very sexy and a big turn on.
"OK, Leslie, stick it in and begin fucking Randy's
ass. Let's get a good quick rhythm going. He's feeling
it. See his face twisting around and his body trying
to squirm away from you. Now let's get him focused on
his pleasure."
She began working on Randy with her hands, gradually
bringing him to the edge. He was almost there, when
she took her hands off of him, took his hands and
covered them with the lube. "Now you finish," she said
and she placed his hands on his equipment.
"No!" he cried out. "I'm so close. Please finish me."
"From now on, you have to finish yourself," she said.
"When you can do that, you'll be ready for the
performance, and after that, you'll go home. So get
going."
But he drew his hands away. The humiliation of playing
with himself while Leslie was doing his rear and
Carmen was watching was too much. He slowly wilted and
then all he felt was he pain and discomfort inside his
rear.
"Have it your way," said Carmen. "I'm not going to
force you, and don't worry, you won't get any swats.
OK, Leslie, you can squirt into him now. He's not
coming today. I'll be back tomorrow morning, and we'll
try again."
Randy felt frustrated, but the day proceeded normally,
except that night, for the first time since he
arrived, he was put into restraints when he went to
bed. He lay on his back, and his feet and arms were
all pulled away from his body. He could wiggle a
little, but he couldn't even scratch his nose.
The next morning was a repeat from the previous day.
Carmen was there again and after she had worked him up
to a fever pitch, she again replaced her hands with
his. He didn't carry on, and eventually his mast fell
over. In addition to his frustration, he felt a slight
stab of pain when this happened.
The following day, Carmen was there again. "How are
you feeling this morning?" she asked before they
began.
"Strange," he said. "Even though I haven't touched
them, my balls hurt. The pain has been coming and
going since yesterday. I hope it's nothing serious."
"Don't worry," she said. "It will be fine eventually,
but today I think it might get a lot worse."
"What do you mean?" he said.
"Well, if you don't bring yourself off this morning,
it will be three days, and from what I understand,
your blue balls will hurt so much you'll want to tear
them off. That's why you have to sleep with restraints
now. Let's get started Leslie."
As Leslie got into a rhythm, Carmen took Randy in her
hands again and began building him up. His body pushed
up into her slimy fist harder and harder, becoming
frantic. He had to get off this morning.
Then she took her hands away and placed his where she
had been. His face was anguished and he was on the
verge of tears. He tried to make his hands begin
stroking, but he hesitated.
"Finish up, Leslie," said Carmen. "No orgasm today."
Randy screamed, "No! No!" as his insides were flooded.
"I'll do it right now." He started feeling the pain as
Carmen was wiping his hands off.
"Too late," she said. "You've got to expel soon, and
the ladies have to get to work. But maybe tomorrow, if
you're ready."
The next day, there was no hesitation. The second
Carmen stopped working on him, he brought his hands
into play and began urgently pumping. Almost before
Carmen could say, "Now, Leslie, now!" a huge gusher of
white was streaming into the air, traveling so far up
his body that he felt some of it hit him in the face.
"That looked great," Carmen said, laughing. "Ladies,
were you watching? That's what I want you to do every
day from now on. One of you will get him started, and
then you'll turn the stroking over to him. Each day I
want you to stop a few seconds earlier, so that in a
week or so, he'll be doing it from the beginning. If
he doesn't cooperate, don't let him come until he does
and make sure that he's put into restraints that
night. But I don't think that will be necessary.
"Also, I want you to help him direct his explosion
right into his face from now on. You might have to
pull his legs back a little further so his dick is
aimed in the right direction. With his cooperation and
your guidance, he should be able to hit the bullseye
every day.
"Once he can do that, I want him to open his mouth as
wide as possible when he comes, so that he squirts
right into it. I know that will be hard for him even
when he's trying, and he'll be reluctant at first. But
I know with your help, he can do it. If you see he
isn't trying, he doesn't get to come for two days.
Understand. Good. I've got to go."
Leslie left after the session every morning, but was
back in the afternoon for the rehearsals. Leslie would
spin him around, dance away from him and back to him
and posture like a flamenco dancer. Leslie's hair was
short and slicked back. With finely chiseled facial
features, this made for a look that was sort of butch,
but it was set off by a beautiful face and a
lascivious mouth.
The dance they did was an erotic courting dance. Their
bodies rubbed against each other in all sorts of
positions, and as they moved against each other, and
Randy looked at her face, he often felt his member
stirring inside his leotard.
His costume was a blouse and a skirt of multiple
layers of scarves. He pulled scarves off as the dance
progressed, until by the end he was barely covered in
one layer of scarves. He usually wore a leotard under
the scarf skirt, but they sometimes practiced with him
wearing nothing underneath.
For the whole dance, he was in high heels, but not as
high as the ones he now wore the rest of the day.
Practice on those had made moving around on the lower
heels a snap, and he ran on his tiptoes, swayed his
rear, wiggled and squirmed, spread his legs and thrust
his rear far back. All the moves were incorporated
into the dance.
The dance ended with Leslie sitting facing the back of
a cane chair with legs wide apart while the horny
girlfriend, Randy, was dancing a sexy solo to get the
partner aroused even more.
Randy would pull off the last scarf from his skirt
costume and put it between his legs with one hand
holding it in front and the other in back. As he moved
it back and forth over his crotch, simulating
masturbation, he spread his legs wide and jumped
closer and closer to Leslie, until Leslie grabbed the
scarf and pulled Randy close and gave him a long wet
kiss.
The rubbing during the earlier parts of the dance
stimulated Randy, and he had a hard time controlling
himself while pulling the scarf between his legs. By
the time of the final kiss, his rod was rock hard,
often making a wet spot on the scarf he slid between
his legs. Sometimes Leslie looked down at the spot and
up into Randy's face with a smile so lascivious that
Randy was turned on.
One day Carmen came by in the afternoon and watched
the rehearsal. She applauded when it was over.
"You're ready," she pronounced. "I'm inviting my
friends who are in on this to come over Saturday
afternoon for the world premiere performance. Do a
good job, and the next day you'll be back in your
apartment."
Feelings of humiliation and degradation mixed with the
itching by his anus came back to Randy as she said
this. He moved to spread his legs and push his rear
out. He'd have to see a doctor about that itching once
he got out of here.
Earlier that week, the lady technicians told him they
had finished their work, and they cleared out, but he
still went to the lab every day to masturbate while
being pumped by Leslie's dildo.
The two days before the performance, Leslie pumped him
full of enema liquid, but Carmen held onto his hands
and he wasn't allowed to pleasure himself. He was also
restrained at night again, so his hands couldn't get
to his aching equipment.
"It's so you'll be really hot and excited for the
show," explained Carmen. "It will make the dance even
more erotic."
On the day of the show, after he had expelled, he went
right to the shower, and Carmen helped him into the
costume on his bed and with the red wig he would be
wearing. He wore the same kind of scarf skirt he had
worn in rehearsal, but these scarves were more
colorful and more sheer. He could look down and see
his strange looking hairless crotch through several
layers of scarves. He quickly turned his head away.
The high heel shoes were bright red patent leather and
fit him comfortably.
As he was led into the studio, he saw all the factory
windows had been covered and it was totally dark. Then
some lights came on illuminating the wooden floor. He
saw 10 or 12 people sitting in the dark at the edge of
the lighted area. Next to them was a piece of
furniture that was long and low, but he couldn't make
it out.
The introductory music began and Leslie came over and
took his hand. When their cue arrived, they swept out
into the light, and he noticed that there were video
cameras on tripods around the lighted area and a
couple of men walking around them with handheld
cameras.
Then he had to focus on the tricky steps to the dance.
The music was Latin and began slowly and built up to a
frenetic climax. As he began moving and rubbing faster
and faster, Randy felt his tool getting aroused.
Finally, he was down to the last minute where he
rubbed the scarf between his legs. He spread his legs
and hopped toward Leslie. As he began pulling the
scarf between his legs, his penis was sticking
straight out. He hadn't had an orgasm in three days
and felt that if he didn't stop soon he'd explode
right there on the dance floor.
Finally, one of Leslie's hands pulled Randy forward
with the scarf, a spotlight was directed at Randy's
hairless crotch, the music stopped and all went dark.
The audience cheered and whistled and clapped for a
minute until the spotlight came on again, and Leslie
pulled Randy into it and pulled him down into a deep
bow.
They had rehearsed this part, but not with Randy's
hairless crotch and his aroused penis exposed in the
spotlight. There were more cheers as they bowed
several more times. Under the cheering, Randy heard a
noise of something being dragged along the wooden
floor, but he couldn't see anything because of the
light in his eyes. His face was red from both the
stimulus of the scarf rubbing between his legs and the
embarrassment of being displayed in full bloom.
Carmen stepped next to them in the spotlight and began
talking into a wireless microphone. "I want to thank
Leslie and of course Randy for a fantastic
performance. All the weeks of hard work have paid off,
and the two of you were amazing." There was more
applause and cheers.
"Now as a special surprise, we've prepared an encore.
It's a surprise for Randy, too, although he learned
this dance as part of his training, so I'm sure he'll
do great if he can focus on the steps." As she said
this, she took hold of his member and wagged it a few
times to laughter and more cheering. Where was the
humiliation going to end? Randy wondered.
The music started, and it was a sexy tango that he and
Leslie had rehearsed. Leslie pulled him close and they
began moving around the dark floor, lit only by two
spotlights.
They were at the part where their bodies were tight
together and the steps were fast when suddenly they
bumped into something and went flying. Startled, Randy
looked around and as he did intense lighting came on
illuminating them from above and below.
They had landed on a bed that hadn't been there
before, with Leslie on top of him. As he looked around
him, Randy saw pole lamps, tripods with video cameras
aimed at them and the audience gathered around the bed
as he heard Carmen's voice.
"The encore dance is ending with the boyfriend and
girlfriend consummating their passionate love," she
said, as he felt his blouse, the skirt scarf holder
and his shoes being removed, making him completely
naked.
So this was the final humiliation Leslie was going to
use the dildo on him in front of Carmen's friends. He
tried to get up, but Leslie was holding his legs tight
and high in the air as he squirmed. He looked up and
saw a flat screen monitor suspended from the ceiling
just above their heads. One of the cameras was behind
Leslie and shooting right at Randy's brightly lit
hairless crotch. It looked grotesque.
Still holding his legs up, Leslie now began to push
them back and pull them apart. He knew Leslie was
strong, but he didn't realize how strong until now. He
couldn't move as he saw in the monitor that his rear
was being pulled into the air and his cheeks spread
apart. Then he almost fainted.
He saw Carmen bend down and pull his cheeks even
wider, as her friends cheered. Between the cheeks was
a huge bush of hair. It was sweaty and matted, and
barely visible in the middle of the bush was his anus.
The big thatch of hair made his anus almost look like
a vagina. Now he realized what was causing his
itching.
He put all his effort into trying again to get loose,
with little success. Carmen let go of his cheeks and
brought the wireless mike to his face. "What have you
got to say, Randy?" she said. "We've made a vagina for
you to enjoy at home when you're not going from one
vagina to another. I wish I could be there the first
time you go to a hair removal office and they see what
they have to remove. Do you think they'll make you
have an enema before they work on you like we did?
"Talk to me Randy. We want to hear what you think as
Leslie makes love to you. It will make the video more
special."
Randy ignored her and looked up at the monitor again.
Leslie had handed each of Randy's legs to a woman on
either side of the bed and was unbuttoning the dancing
outfit. Randy had never seen Leslie without a shirt,
and soon he saw that Leslie was even flatter than he
had thought. There were no breasts, only hard muscles.
Then the pants started to come off, and Randy screamed
as Carmen began speaking again.
"I guess you thought Leslie was a girl," she said.
"Lots of people do, because he's so thin and has those
fine Castilian features. But Leslie is all man, and he
enjoys satisfying both women and men with that long
dick that's as thick as a snake. It's not going to go
in as easily as that dildo he was using, but I'm sure
you can handle it.
"Now what you and Leslie do in your mating game is up
to the two of you. You can resist, as he tries to
persuade you with his charms. The only thing you have
to do is talk to us. We want to hear sounds from you
and Leslie as you're doing your special dance.
Understand?"
Randy ignored her as he stared in horror at the
monitor. Leslie had his pants off and was moving
closer to him with his monster sticking out in front
of him. He was now placing it into Randy's bush and
leaning forward, pushing Randy's legs further back.
"Don't worry, Randy," said Carmen. "When we cleaned
you out today, we used a mixture that was mostly lube,
so you are all oiled up inside. But you need to start
talking. It's not an option to stay silent." She moved
the microphone away from her mouth to in front of his
mouth again, but he turned his head away.
Now the giant cylinder had moved through the red bush
and was pressing against his hole. It was huge. There
was no way he could let it in. He concentrated on
keeping his anus tightly shut. His mouth was pursed
and his forehead wrinkled with the effort.
"Say something, Randy," said Carmen. She was speaking
in his ear and holding the microphone at his mouth. He
ignored her to concentrate on keeping his anus tightly
shut.
Carmen put the microphone back to her mouth. "Ladies
and gentlemen, I can't hear a thing from Randy. I
think we've got a technical problem. I'm going to put
the mike down by his face and adjust a couple of
knobs. Randy felt a hand grab his testicles and
squeeze hard. He screamed loudly into the mike and
then gasped, because as he screamed, he lost his
concentration for a second, and Leslie had pushed into
his anus. Now the huge pole was slowly moving deeper
into him, and he was in agony.
"No! No! No!" Randy began yelling as he took deep
breaths and tried to cope with the pain. Carmen was
back beside him holding the microphone at his mouth.
"That's it," she said. "Now you're doing great, Randy.
Express yourself. Tells us what it feels like with
your moaning and breathing and crying. They are as
good as any words could be. Experience Leslie deep
inside you. Enjoy him. Get into the moment."
Randy grimaced and twisted his facial muscles wildly
as Leslie slowly buried himself inside him. When the
entire pole was hidden in his bush, Leslie began
slowly moving it in and out. Just a couple of inches
at first and then more and more of it. As the speed
increased he pulled more of it out and plunged it all
the way in again. Randy's commentary of moans,
shrieks, gasps and panting grew louder.
Leslie also became more vocal and soon there was a
symphony of sounds of Leslie's pleasure and Randy's
pain.
"I see you're close to coming, Leslie, but hold back a
while longer," said Carmen. "We need to do one more
thing for the cameras. Lift his legs a little further
back. Wait until the audience sees what Randy can do.
"OK, now Randy, you know what to do. You haven't had a
release in a few days, and there's a huge amount of
semen you need to release. I'm putting some lube on
your hands. I know you're feeling a lot of discomfort
from Leslie's loving, so I'll get you started. There,
see how fast you got hard. You really need a release.
Now you take over.
"Randy, we need your cooperation. You haven't come in
three days, and if you don't come now your balls are
going to be in tremendous pain tonight. We'll could
keep doing this every day until you get it right."
She's bluffing, Randy thought. He didn't move his
hand.
"OK, everybody," said Carmen, "I think we've got
another technical glitch. Randy can't hear me. Maybe I
need to twist some knobs again."
When he heard this, Randy's hands shot to his genitals
like a lightning bolt and he began pumping his penis
rapidly. "False alarm," said Carmen. "Everything's
under control. OK. Let me adjust you while you're
pumping yourself. A little this way, now a little
higher. Steady. OK, all systems are go. Now open your
mouth wide. Come on, Randy. Do I need to turn some
knobs. That's it."
Now there were new sounds coming from Randy and
Leslie, low and high, soft and loud, breathy and
strong. They rose louder and louder, crashing like
waves until for an instant, everything was hushed.
Then the largest wave came thundering in as Leslie
exploded into Randy's anus, which triggered Randy
exploding into his mouth and the audience standing
around the bed exploding into applause and cheers.
Randy was still lying on his bed in a daze when Carmen
walked in the next morning.
"I guess this is the sad parting," she said. She
smiled broadly. "I have to say you disrespected me
more than any man I've ever met, but I've also never
done anything like this before. So let's call it even.
"When you get home, you'll be able to see all the
emails that went back and forth, so you can easily
figure out your story about getting back to town. You
may want to soak in the tub a lot for the next few
days to sooth your aching asshole, but we checked and
Leslie didn't cause tear anything, so you should be
able to walk without much pain in a week or two.
"My friend the video editor is going to make the
footage into a masterpiece for me. I got really turned
on during the show and even came a couple of times.
This is going to be my video for a rainy day, and I'll
also show it to all the friends you met here who
helped me.
"Don't worry, I won't put it on the Internet. But I
will share it with a few other people I've met. They
won't get a copy, but they'll each be invited to
occasional showings in my living room on the big
screen.
"Since we broke up, I've run into a few of your former
girlfriends. I'm not going to make it a project, but
I'm sure I'll come across others from time to time,
especially if you continue to change them like you
change clothes, I'm going to compare notes with each
of them.
"I found out that you treated all of them with
courtesy and respect as long as you were interested in
them. From now on, you might also want to do that when
you break up. Let them down easy, and make sure they
don't have any hard feelings. You can probably figure
out a way to make them think they're dumping you.
"Because sooner or later, I might run into that ex-
girlfriend, and if you gave her the line about that's
the way you are and you can't help it, or she feels
you demeaned or degraded her in any way, I'm going to
tell her about your dance lessons and ask her if she'd
like to join the audience at my next show.
"If you don't change, my audience is going to grow.
Eventually, it might get too large for my living room,
and I'll have to ask your ex-girlfriends to chip in to
rent a larger space. Maybe we'll need a small theater
some day.
"You might not care, but if that happens, and the
video is out of my hands for short periods of time,
it's awfully easy to copy it. And someone who copies
it might not be as careful as me, so you could go
viral and be famous all over the world. When you meet
a new girl you're interested in, she might already be
interested in you -- in ways that you might not
appreciate.
"But I'm sure you're going to be extra polite and
caring to everyone you date from now on, Randy, so
that will never happen. Maybe after a while, you'll
even grow up enough to realize that one woman with
imagination can be more exciting than an endless
number of new faces and bodies. Maybe you'll be so
afraid of that woman's fierce jealousy that you'll
never approach her again and opt for a life so safe
that you'll die of boredom.
"Or maybe you'll develop the backbone and courage to
go for the thrill of a relationship with a woman who
scares you to death at the same time she makes you
feel completely alive. If you do, you better move
fast. Women like that don't like to wait."
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This story was written as an adult fantasy. The author
does not condone the described behavior in real life in
any way, shape or form. Anyone tempted to act out any
of the scenarios in this story should seriously
consider seeking professional help.
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